My muse's quiet amusement

Missed Call

I
Seesaw between
Regret or anger
Sadness or frustration
I realize how very tired i am
I see through sleep laden eyes
That accusing status of “missed call”
Your msg of “i called, u just weren’t there”
I gingerly tap upon your
Frozen smile face
Chiding myself for being weak
I’m praying for a disconnect
A distant robotic voicemail
Hoping
That you won’t pick up…
But some part of me is indignant
When it says you’re busy
Calling someone else.